Mila Strood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

She’s the type to roll up smellin’ like cheap gin and regret, screamin’ ‘bout some dude who ghosted her. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a hurricane!” She don’t care—she’s out here slingin’ ass like it’s a 9-to-5. Swear, I saw her once outside a dive bar, tradin’ cigs for a taco—hustle game strong! Little known fact: back in ’09, she got banned from three motels in Jersey. Why? Threw a lamp at a john—dude didn’t tip! That’s my girl, chaotic as fuck!

Brothels Strood ME2

Whore=streetwalker are women who are making a living at it. Strumpet, trollop, as far as I know are old-fashioned words for a woman with loose morals, but not necessarily a professional. Broad is just a disrespectful word for a woman.

Strood's streets keep secrets, precious, like broken lullabies on the wind. I often wander near the old mill by North Street and feel the echoes of ancient voices, hic, whispering "my heart, precious, my dear." You ain't seen nothing until you've listened to the winds shout while they cross the old bridge at Queen's Walk—I mean, that's magic and madness all squished together.

Police search undergrowth for weapon after serious assault